Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

This is underwater, a battlefield that is completely different from that on land, and it is a very test of spellcasting ability and mobility.

There was an uproar in the audience, but the young people underwater were still unaware of this - they were swimming around, planning their own tactics.

Kalaya found the long-horned water snakes living here. In a few months, they have grown a lot and can vaguely resemble their parents in North America.

Krum, who looks rough but is delicate at heart, dives directly to the bottom of the water, concentrates the venom in bubbles, which float stealthily around him, ready for an attack.

There is also Hert who once again took out a batch of strange plants.

The defeat in the previous match made these three young men devote more effort to today's competition, at least much more than Cedric and the other two who had focused most of their attention elsewhere.

The five minutes of calm passed quickly, and the violet marks on the backs of the contestants' hands slowly faded, leaving only faint lines.

In this turbulent era, the competition officially begins.

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The mountains of Scotland were still deserted, and the clear spring day was no different from Hogwarts in the distance.

A cool breeze blew across the mountain top, the leaves swayed slightly, and the loose robes swayed with them.

Grindelwald, who had been hiding in the school for many days and concentrating on studying the Slytherin Notes, appeared in the sunlight again with a blue-green scroll in his hand.

Ternera, whose eyesight was getting blurrier, stood aside, looking far to the south from time to time with curiosity in his tiredness.

“Do you think this thing can really be further refined?” Grindelwald asked softly, “If it is only at its current level, it won’t be of much use. This is a serious matter that cannot be fuzzy.”

"You also have the third eye, Grindelwald, why would I lie about something like this?" Ternera asked calmly.

It was rare for someone to speak to him like this. Grindelwald was a little surprised for a moment. He turned his head to look at the old lady who seemed like she might die at any time, and smiled.

"Are you ready to risk your life? This is really the style of you astrologers..."

"It's not a gamble, but I'm definitely risking my life." Ternera said calmly, "Isn't it a happy thing to die for the truth? What's more, my life can bring an opportunity to future generations."

“Your junior may not see it that way,” said Grindelwald.

"So I didn't tell her."

"You are quite open-minded, but I don't think you can die."

"How to say?"

"Let's make a bet. If you win, I'll agree to any one of your requests. If I win, you'll tell me something." Grindelwald said with a playful look.

"This bet is quite interesting." Ternera narrowed his eyes, which had lost a lot of vision. "I think--"

"What are you guys talking about? You look so happy?"

Before she could finish her words, Lynn and Euphemia appeared in front of them hand in hand.

They each held a Philosopher's Stone in their hands.

Chapter 578 The Era of Stagnation is Over

Five minutes later, Ternera was shocked and helpless as he watched Lin En skillfully carve the magic circle.

"...Okay, you win." Looking at Lin En who escaped from the magic vortex almost unscathed, she whispered, "Ines is right, this is a monster."

Grindelwald smiled a winner and raised his hand to touch his eyes. He did not look like a powerful warlord who dominated Europe, but rather had the cunning of a child who had taken advantage of someone.

"I'll find you when the time is right." He said softly, then turned to Lin En, "How are you? Didn't you go blind like this old lady? I don't think you are so incompetent."

"Has anyone ever told you that you are unlikable the way you are now, Grindelwald?" Euphemia, who was covering up the vision, turned her head, her eyes full of disgust.

Lin En didn't take it too seriously. He laughed, waved his wand carelessly, and said loudly: "Of course nothing happened. I have practiced this countless times in the gap between time and space."

Ternera hesitated for several times, but finally couldn't help but walked forward and asked, "How did you learn this magic?"

"I have some talent for learning this." Lin En said politely, "I memorized your engraving of the magic circle, the use of magic power and the pronunciation, and then practice makes perfect."

Ternera's face was blank and empty.

She waited for a long time and asked with difficulty: "No more?"

"What you need?"

"...?"

The old man who had studied astrology for more than a century felt that his world view and outlook on life had been subverted.

Her chest heaved violently, as if she wanted to say something but didn't know how to start. She even felt a sense of... frustration and disillusionment at having lost the ability to speak.

Grindelwald patted her shoulder in a comforting, perhaps victorious, manner.

"You'll get used to it. I felt the same way when this kid learned to use Fiendfyre from me."

"…I take no comfort from this, Grindelwald. You schemed against me. Your eyes must have seen it."

Ternera gritted his teeth and said angrily.

"No, I didn't see anything with my own eyes." Grindelwald said seriously, "I just know that he has the ability to do this."

"I don't want to bother with you." The master of astrology, who was broken, didn't care about Grindelwald's reputation and asked word by word, "I want to know how you avoided this cost. You can name the price, and I will never bargain. This is very important to us."

"I didn't intend to hide it from you, ma'am." Lin En smiled, "You are willing to come all the way to help me and pay such a price for it. I just improved this magic slightly. Of course, I won't ask for anything."

He pulled out a crumpled piece of parchment from his bosom. It was covered with scribblings and corrections, and it was almost unrecognizable from its original appearance.

But Ternera found its uniqueness at a glance, and his hands and feet were as nimble as if they were wound up, and he wanted to stick his poor eyesight into the paper to see it clearly.

Grindelwald wanted to go forward and join in the fun, but was blocked by Lynn with a roll of his eyes. He could only stay aside awkwardly - he had come along originally to be on the safe side, but it didn't help at all.

After a while, Ternera, who understood this magical configuration, slowly raised his head and sighed.

"I'm afraid this doesn't mean much to us astrologers."

"Why don't you let them try to learn it? I don't intend to keep rune magic to myself. Castrobus will offer this subject next year," said Lynn.

"Would you allow others to learn to your level?" Ternera frowned, doubt in his words, "This should be your strongest magic."

"Why not? Because it's so powerful, more people should be allowed to try it. Otherwise, how can magic progress? It's a pity that I don't have the time and energy to write a new book for the time being."

The corners of Lin En's mouth slightly raised, "Just like I inherited Helga, there will definitely be someone who will inherit my ideals and knowledge. Wizards should be pioneering and exploring the mysteries from generation to generation. I don't think Rune magic will come to an end with me. Of course, there will be people who will go further in the future."

"...You're a weirdo," Ternera said.

"There's nothing wrong with being weird. Anyway, strictly speaking, everyone who learns rune magic is considered my student." Lin En smiled indifferently, "I have gone further than all rune magicians, so I have the right to make it public."

Ternera, who is the most adherent to tradition, or who still continues the master-apprentice inheritance system to this day, has a complicated expression and his words reveal doubts and distrust.

"Aren't you worried that these magics might be learned by those treacherous and sinister people and become their accomplices?"

"The Ministry of Magic has also banned the Unforgivable Curses. Does that prevent dark wizards from learning them?" Lynn asked calmly, "Or should those wizards who could have fought crime not learn them?"

"I—of course I didn't mean that."

"I never thought that magic was exclusive to a few people, even if its power could bring danger."

Lin En said loudly, "Magic is just an extension of the spiritual world. Talent is the real measure. The era of complacency should have ended long ago. I will end it."

The cynicism on Grindelwald's face disappeared and he became serious.

Euphemia stood behind Lynn, her expression calm.

Ternera wanted to refute, but when he saw the magic that had been passed down from generation to generation by wizards in his lineage was easily learned by Lin En, he couldn't find any suitable words.

The deep-rooted traditions and the reality before her eyes collided violently in her mind, becoming a mess.

Lynn didn't intend to persuade her. Seeing the old woman's uncertain expression, he said no more and turned to look at Grindelwald who looked solemn.

"Gellert, I leave this to you. If nothing goes wrong, it will take quite late. I'm going back first."

"Okay, I'll keep an eye on it here." Grindelwald rarely argued or bargained with him, and agreed readily and straightforwardly.

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When Lynn and Euphemia returned to Hogwarts, the competition was at its most exciting and intense stage.

The vine-like magical plant was hidden among the water plants. The well-prepared Hurt hid in it and took the opportunity when Krum was planning to attack Cedric, the only one who did not use the Bubble Head Curse, to try to play the mantis stalking the cicada while the oriole was waiting behind.

But what he didn't expect was that the next second after he made his move secretly, Furong, who had been hiding under the water and blending into the environment with the illusion spell, suddenly attacked.

A round of indiscriminate spell bombardment almost activated the protective magic on the back of his and Krum's hands at the same time. Although they were safe in the end, they attracted a more powerful opponent.

The mermaid tribe in the Black Lake, and the real killing weapon that Lin En left under the water, the alchemical doll.

And not just one or two.

After doing all this, she used the Disillusionment Spell again and ran in another direction. She was very good at survival and even camouflaged her body, so the alchemical doll didn't notice.

But at the critical moment, Helt caught her figure and trace, gritted his teeth, used the Curse of Weakness and the Hunting Spell, and exposed her to everyone.

A four-person melee ensued.

On the other side, with the cover of the horned water snake, the petite Kaliya also launched a surprise attack on Harry.

In an instant, fierce fighting broke out at the same time, and the spectators on the shore didn't know where to look.

Only Dumbledore noticed Lynn and the other two, and raised his glass to them from a distance as they arrived late.

Chapter 579: Prophecy and Impending Crisis

"Ugh……"

After Lin En left, Ternera sighed and seemed to have aged a few years.

She looked at the column of light caused by the Philosopher's Stone, solemn and silent, and so did Grindelwald. The atmosphere on the top of the mountain was as if frozen.

The blood-red light flickered in the sunlight, with the amplitude of the change far greater than the last divination, as if it had the rhythm of life.

"Tell me, what do you want me to tell you?"

"Please tell me how I will die. I have seen many different futures recently, and I don't know which one is true."

Grindelwald raised his wand, conjured up a hard wooden chair, and sat down on it with his arms and legs stretched out.

"Even a prophet cannot see his own death, let alone my eyes which are sometimes sharp and sometimes not. But for a master like you, predicting a person's death should not be difficult."

"That depends on who it is," Ternera said. "For a wizard like you, even fate would have to back off a bit." She pulled out another blue and white scroll from her bosom. "Do you think you will die in this incident?"

"Who knows, but I am prepared for this." Grindelwald said bluntly, "Life and death are nothing. I am not a young man who has never seen the world. Besides, only those who dare to die have the best chance of survival."

"That makes sense. Let's get some blood." Ternera smiled and unfolded the scroll, which was covered with tiny handwriting.

It is not difficult to see that she has done this kind of business many times in the past.

To peek into the tip of the iceberg of fate is itself an extremely attractive thing - the unknown is not only terrifying, but also exudes a charming atmosphere that makes people intoxicated.

Grindelwald didn't care. He gently wiped the palm of his left hand with his wand. Bright red blood flowed out and condensed into countless rolling blood beads, floating in front of the witch. Finally, they merged into one, becoming a red dot that was concentrated to the extreme and fell on the scroll.

With the help of the magic stone's breath, the bright starry sky unveils the veil of fate, and the eternal celestial bodies bring mysterious guidance.

At the same time, the beam of light that was pulsating like breathing seemed to be affected in some way, or perhaps the long prophecy had come to an end.

The light gradually faded, revealing a gem that still had some luster.

This is much faster than last time.

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Hogwarts Castle, North Tower.

Today is Friday, and the Divination classroom, which was supposed to have classes, is empty because of the tournament. There is only a drunk Trelawney and a bottle of sherry that she drank up.

It does match this house, which is somewhere between a attic and an old-fashioned teahouse.

Under the hazy red light, the air was filled with the smell of wine, special spices, and some tea leaves that were about to rot.

In stark contrast to the chill outside, it was suffocatingly hot here. Apart from Trelawney herself and those students who truly believed in her ability to predict the future, few people would be willing to stay here.

Through a window that had not been cleaned for a long time, Trelawney, with her drunken eyes, looked into the distance, which was the direction of the Black Lake.

"Young people's competition..." she murmured, with a hint of lazy reluctance in her tone.

The bustling and lively atmosphere made her feel uncomfortable.

But inexplicably, she always felt that there was something important hidden there, so much so that she couldn't take her eyes away for a long time.

Her sometimes-effective "prophetic bloodline" makes her believe that she has a pair of eyes that can see through the fog of fate. She attaches great importance to this intuition, but she can't find out why.